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I doubt I will ever understand murderers. I struggle to understand other people in general to begin with, but murderers make even less sense to me than others. I don't even know where to begin with this topic. Hmm... okay, I'll start with "why in the fuck would you ever tell anyone else you had done a murder unless it was because you were turning yourself in?" The number of times I've seen true crime shows where part of it was talking about someone in the killer's life, like a friend or family member or even just a cell-mate in jail, was able to testify that the killer bragged about killing someone... it just makes no sense at all to me. Especially in the cases of people who have no remorse for their crimes. Like seriously... I could never kill anyone, I think. I empathize with trees, and when I was a kid, I thought I killed a baby bird once. Remembering that makes me sad every time I think of it. If I did kill anyone, it would most likely be by accident, and I would be one of those people who immediately called the cops about it while crying.

But if for some reason I decided to be stupid enough to try to get away with it, the last fucking thing I would do would be to tell anybody about it or write it down anywhere; it would be listed in my brain as "information you couldn't torture out of me." I don't even understand deathbed confessions of such things because what, you kept the secret for decades and now you're gonna blab because you might be dying? Well great, that's commendable of you, but this raises the question: what if you're wrong? What if you're not actually dying? What if you finally confess after all these years, and you then get better and live another decade or three? I have anxiety brain; I would absolutely worry about that, no matter how close to death I was. I could be torn in half and gurgling my own blood out of my mouth, and still be thinking "but what if I get better?" Yet all too often, these morons blithely brag about it instead.

I watch true crime things because I despise murderers, and I love finding out how these assholes get caught, the process of solving the mysteries. But yeah, so many things piss me off with these cases. The crimes always piss me off, the motives never really make sense to me (even the "money" motive doesn't make much sense to me often because I'm pretty sure insurance companies don't ever pay out if someone was murdered, even if none of the beneficiaries were the murderers, which is why the common advice is "make it look like an accident"), there's almost always some degree of police incompetence and/or apathy involved, a great many of these killers are just so gods-damned stupid doing shit like leaving evidence laying around in their house or in their computer without even putting the files of their evidence into an encrypted drive, and on top of everything else, I'm always wondering how these idiots think they're going to get away with it even if they avoid stupid mistakes. I've watched enough true crime stuff to know that the only people who ever get away with murder are people who are ridiculously lucky. Even when they avoid all the ridiculous mistakes of other killers, they almost always get caught eventually, no matter how idiotic or apathetic the cops are. (And all cops are idiotic; there is an upper IQ limit to being a cop. Yes, that means it is possible and even easy to be too intelligent to be hired as a cop, as that upper limit is not much higher than the average IQ. They will literally not hire anyone who is much more intelligent than the average because they want people just smart enough to do the job, but stupid enough to go along with the myriad forms of corruption inherent in the system. Which is why most cops tend to be former schoolyard bullies.)

It also really pisses me off when some of these killers get off with really light sentences, like six years. Six years, for murder! Now, bear in mind I am mostly for prison abolition -- IE, getting rid of the current prison system because the system is racist, classist, and is set up in a way that encourages repeat offenses. So for most crimes, I believe the consequences of those crimes should be therapy and rehabilitation. Lots of crimes would also be almost entirely prevented with the implementation of Universal Basic Income, universal health care, and ideally an end to capitalism entirely.

But murder and other violent crimes like rape should absolutely be exceptions to prison abolition. Sure, the murder rate would go way down if money was no longer an issue for people -- if people could live in comfort and not have to be crushed under the weight of capitalism. But it would not be entirely eliminated because there are many other motives for murder, including sexual violence and misogyny. So yeah, prison abolition for the most part, with only the most violent criminals going to prison. Any crime that wasn't violent, or was only mildly violent like a bar fight, the answer is basically "court-ordered therapy / rehabilitation." But serial killers and people guilty of just one or two brutal murders, they would still go to prison. If you end someone's life on purpose or try to cover up an accidental killing, that should be an automatic sentence of life in prison with NO chance for parole, once your guilt has been determined.

Anyway yeah, I'm probably rare for being a true crime 'enjoyer' who both hates the criminals AND the cops. So many true crime fans are freaks who either want to suck murderer dick or cop dick or both. I also prefer the channels that are respectful of the victims and their families, like Crime Zone, Mr. Ballen, and Lore Lodge.

Crime Zone is especially good in this respect, as the first few minutes of the episodes are always focused on getting to know the lives of the victims, and the ends of the videos usually say a few more things to emphasize the victims and their loved ones. They also have so much content that I've been binging it for a few months now and still haven't run out. And the narrator guy's voice is very clear and soothing.

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Mar. 4th, 2026 09:46 pm
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There's a new book in the "John Dies At The End" series by Jason Pargin, coming out in November of this year. I can hardly wait! It's an amazing series. The new book is titled "There Are No Giant Crabs in This Novel: A Novel of Giant Crabs." This series is horror / scifi comedy. I got interested in the first book after seeing the movie made from it, and was instantly hooked. First book was, naturally, "John Dies At The End." Which is a bit misleading because John actually dies near the beginning of the book, his ghost literally haunting the narrative, and by the end of the book... well, let's just say John is in all four books so far.

This series is HIGHLY weird. Book one is about a drug called "soy sauce" because it looks like soy sauce; this drug basically pries your third eye all the way open and pins it in place so you can see all kinds of inter-dimensional monsters and other beings whether you want to or not, though it has numerous other potential horrifying side effects such as turning your body into a portal for inter-dimensional nasties to crawl through into our reality or -- as in the book -- killing you and letting your soul and mind haunt people (but you get better, if you're lucky). And that isn't even half of that book's insanity and weirdness!

"Soy sauce" also gives our two heroes and one heroine the permanent ability to see the inter-dimensional oddballs, so they and their town of Undisclosed become magnets for more weird things. (Though they do occasionally have to dose themselves again to amplify the effects to get more information.) In the second book, "This Book is Full of Spiders," the town is over-run by inter-dimensional spiders that go all face-hugger on your head and take over your body, but the only people who can actually see, hear, or feel these face-huggers are people who have taken "soy sauce" at some point in their lives and lived to tell the tale. The trio have to save the day before the US government, who have quarantined the town, decide to nuke the town to end the threat.

Book three is "What The Hell Did I Just Read?" And yeah, that's a pretty accurate description of how you feel after having read it. This one features a shape-shifting child-snatcher that can brainwash adults and is making it rain in Undisclosed. Like, "Biblical Flood" levels of rain, so that the rain is basically the main character for the whole book. I felt soggy most of the time I read this book. By the time it was over, I think my skin had turned prune-y. Excellent book, I highly recommend it.

The plot of "If This Book Exists, You're In The Wrong Universe" involves another inter-dimensional invasion, this time via a children's toy that is an egg that hatches horrible monsters that make people murder their family. The threat also involves time travel and an impending assimilation of our dimension by another in a way that threatens to rewrite the past and remake our dimension in their image.

And here is the blurb for "There Are No Giant Crabs in This Novel: A Novel of Giant Crabs." =

A massive, sticky pile of severed human limbs suddenly appears in the parking lot of a vacant department store in a desolate small town. A set of footprints are found trailing away in the snow, as if a single pair of bare feet had wandered off the pile. If this wasn’t puzzling enough, the cops soon find that no one seems to be missing the limbs. Some of the fingerprints on the severed arms belong to living people with all their appendages intact, others match no one on file, the rest of the limbs somehow have no prints at all.

This sounds like a case for local weirdos John, David and Amy, partly because the cops don’t want the headache and partly because David’s own arm is in the pile, despite an identical copy of it still being attached to his body. When a mysterious man then shows up at David’s home claiming to be in pursuit of an entity he calls “the Penetrator,” it seems clear the trio are in for a long weekend.

In addition to stopping whatever this nonsense is, the gang will also have to quell the panicked headlines that threaten to ensue, which could prompt the feds to try to just wipe the whole town off the map (again). As such, the first thing you need to know is that, contrary to whatever ugly rumors you may have heard, there are no giant crabs in this novel.


Seriously, the small town of Undisclosed kind of makes Sunnydale, California (home of the Hellmouth of the Buffy The Vampire Slayer series) look tame by comparison.

I think the funniest part of the whole series is that John, David, and Amy are perhaps the most unlikely trio of heroes you could imagine. None of them know what they're doing at any time, they're constantly barely managing to even survive by the skin of their teeth, David wants nothing more than his normal boring job at the video rental store, John is a drug addict who bounces around from job to job, and book one's events only got resolved because Amy -- being an amputee -- was able to use the ghost of her hand to open a door that couldn't be opened any other way. There's more to what makes them unlikely heroes, but I don't remember all the details. I may have to re-read the series.

Yes, though I have had issues reading much of anything for a few years now, the "John Dies At The End" series is one of those series I have no trouble reading, it's just that good. And every book in the series is just so goddamned weird! I love it!

(Scoffs)

Mar. 4th, 2026 07:45 am
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The fact that the world had a little ice age at the time of the black death just proves the black death could not possibly be the bubonic plague. There was already a lot of weird things about this theory that didn't add up, like the black death hitting a lot of places way too cold for fleas in the first place, and the fact the climate was even colder back then just makes that even weirder. It's far more likely the black death was a hemorrhagic fever. THAT fits the available evidence very well, unlike the theory of it being bubonic plague.

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Mar. 3rd, 2026 09:29 pm
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This one really scared me, once the twist was revealed, because I struggle to recognize faces, I can't tell one race from another most of the time, I am oblivious to what people are wearing unless it matches my own aesthetic, I don't know shit about most brand name products, I don't know shit about cars, my emotional responses to things are highly weird (low affect due to autism, an emotional cutoff valve in my brain that goes off if I get overwhelmed with any strong emotion -- IE a sort of breaker goes off in my head that gets rid of all emotion for a time, making me strangely calm in emergency situations -- and a tendency towards going mute under enough stress. Oh, and I have DID, so I'm prone to random changes of personality), and my memory is so poor that I can't even remember what I last ate an hour ago without a lot of thought and struggle. On top of all that, a good chunk of my long term memories tend to be stripped of the audio and visual parts and all that remains is the emotional context and the occasional mental summary of events. Oh, and my sense of time is so f%cked that the memories I do have are all out of order like someone's dumped dozens of LEGO sets into a toybox and shaken the box very vigorously, making finding anything specific very difficult. I even regularly forget random words I use every day.

So basically, I would make an absolutely worthless witness to a crime, even as a victim, since I wouldn't be able to remember anything useful (with the random things I would remember being a weird hodgepodge of whatever my mess of a brain would condescend to recall for me) like faces, names, car information (I sometimes even mix up what colors cars are sometimes), and clothes. (And I have about as much chance of remembering a license plate number as I do of winning the lottery twice in two days; hell, I can't even remember most three or four digit numbers for more than about four seconds at a time). So I can easily see myself ending up in a situation where everything that makes me highly weird could make me look very suspicious despite being entirely innocent. Fortunately, I do have decades of blog posts on multiple social media sites documenting these many oddities in detail, dating back to the late 90's, and an official diagnosis of autism (though not of my ADHD or my DID).

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